You awake in a bed that’s not yours. You are currently missing your hat, your boots, and your gloves. But to make up for it, you have bandages wrapped around your left ribs. It’s sometime in 1911, last you remember. However, you cannot remember your name, what is it?
>Jack Noir
Nope. that isn’t it. it sounds like complete alien nonsense. try again.
MARSTON JOHNSON
https://mspfa.com/?s=52851&p=1
>try again
>>John Marshton
Your name is John Marshton.
and you remember how you got into this mess. you were attempting to reason with bill williamson. someone you cannot remember was after you both. That asshole got his men to shoot you. next time, you will not be so kind towards Williamson. You sit at the edge of your bed, then someone walks in, someone you do not know.
> ???: spark up a conversation
???: well your alive.
john: so it seems.
???: How do you feel?
john: i cannot think of the polite word for it.
???: I do. We say stupid around here. What were you doin anyways?
john: Something stupid.
???: Well you’ll be okay. The doctor got all of the bullets out days ago. It costed us 15$.
john: I’m sorry madam, you should’ve let me die.
???: Did you want to die? is that why you came to one of the most dangerous forts in New Austin? Mister…
Rip Van Winkle: Marshton. John Marshton.